Cooking

Smoke drifts out the window

On this sunny summer’s day,

I’m learning how to cook

And it’s all going awry.

Potatos shouldn’t burst I’m sure

And cheese shouldn’t stick

To the oven’s top

As if trying to take the mick.

The food isn’t cooked

But my hands both surely are

Maybe I should just stick

To eating jam out the jar.

© Ben Cotton

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